“Plea—” I gasp as he thrusts into me.
“What was that?” He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in so my high-pitched, sharp inhale fills the room. Leaning in close to nip my shoulder.
When his grip lets up for half a second, I cry out. “Please.Please. Let me come.”
“Such a needy little slut.”
I rock back so his cock is buried deep enough there’s a tinge of momentary pain before the overwhelming pleasure. “Chase, I need it. Don’t stop.”
“Use your toy, baby. I want to feel you come harder than you ever have before.”
Swept up in primal momentum, he’s fucking me rough and deep and fast. The air’s thick with our arousal and sweat. My muscles beg to turn to jelly, struggling to keep me upright, with one hand on the headboard and the other moving the small vibe across my clit.
“That’s it. Squirt all over my cock. Make afuckingmess of me.”
I can’t hear. Can’t see. Can’t feel. Everything goes black, and I fall apart with a drawn-out, hoarse moan. My body convulses in his arms as I truly come harder than I have in my fucking life. With his cock pounding into my pussy, his hand clutching my neck, and his lips on the sliver of skin behind my ear. When it should be done, it’s not. The orgasm keeps coming, my cum providing even more lubrication for both his cock and my vibrator. It doesn’t stop until I’m on the verge of tears, fully drained, and shaking uncontrollably.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
Then I drop my hand, thrusting the vibrator between his legs to the hot skin behind his balls. The sensation sends him forward with a shudder that threatens to completely undo the powerful persona he has in bed. He’s sloppy and frantic and so clearly about to fall apart.
“Holy fucking shit.” He moans, thrusting hard and fast, until he’s filling me with warm, thick liquid. His arms shaking, breath faltering. Both panting, we collapse onto the bed in a mess of weary limbs.
Thatwas the last time. It has to be. This is getting too good. I’m becoming addicted. And not only to the pleasure. While the orgasms are amazing, Icouldhave orgasms solo. It’s everything about him… and us.
He pads across to the ensuite bathroom and returns a few seconds later with a warm washcloth, wiping my skin delicately. Then he places a halo of kisses around my baby bump before settling in next to me, pulling my leg over his lap.
“Have I told you how happy I am that I knocked you up?”
“Yeah, we’ll see if you’re still saying that when the sex high wears off.”
“Serious, Cass. I am. Even if you never let me touch you again—which, fuck, I hope that’s not the case. I’m happy this happened.”
“You wouldn’t change things if you could?” I lift my head to look at him, searching for any hint of a lie. Waiting for him to say what he thinks I want to hear. His irises are the picture of a lake on a perfect summer day, when the sun is out and you’re floating with a beer in your hand. Not a cloud in the sky, nothing but shimmery vibrant blue reflecting the sun. There’s a single freckle just below his eyebrow, and I can’t help myself from reaching up to lightly brush my thumb across it.
“Not at all. With the childhood I had, I didn’t think I’d ever want kids of my own. But I wouldn’t change a second of this. In fact, if I could go back to the rodeo night, I’d skip the condom entirely, to be really sure that we still end up here. Little Spud is the best thing to happen to me.Youare the best thing to happen to me.”
My stomach leaps into my throat.
“You can’t say that to a pregnant woman.” I sniffle, wiping the tears suddenly brimming my lashline. “You’re going to make me fall in love with you if you say nice things like that.”
“Oh? Well, good thing I said it then.” The muscles in his arm tighten around me. I can’t breathe for a second, and it has to be because of his tight grip. Not because I’m briefly picturing a world where I love him. Definitely not that.
I bite back the weird feeling. “Shut up. Trust me, you don’t want me falling in love with you. You think I’m needy and annoying now? It would be nothing but dinner requests, cold feet tucked between your warm legs, and crappy reality TV shows.”
“That’s already my present hell, Cass.” His hand rubs slowly over my bare stomach. “Would you change anything?”
“This isn’t exactly where I thought I’d be at thirty-one, y’know? But, no, I don’t think I would.”
I wouldn’t. Not the accidental pregnancy. Surprisingly, not the baby daddy.
Before I say anything to cross the “friends-with-benefits-slash-friends-with-a-baby” line I insist on having in place, I change the subject. “Before I forget, I didn’t know we were giving each other Christmas gifts today, so it’s not wrapped, but I have something for you.”
“The pillow isn’t a Christmas present. You said not to buy you one because we aren’t together.” He gives me an easy smile. “And yet… you have a Christmas present for me?”
“Okay, I know. But this feels like a necessity.” I drag myself from the bed and walk over to the dresser, mindful of his eyes on my naked body. But, even with the extra pounds and growing belly, I feel inexplicably comfortable. More confident with him than I ever was with Derek.
“Close your eyes.” I pull the present from my drawer and hurry back to the warmth of bed, snuggling into his strong arms. “Okay… open. It’s a bracelet. Um… I made it because you probably shouldn’t hold a baby with barbed wire on your damn wrist. I’m not going to explain to the hospital why a newborn needs a tetanus shot.”
